Little Fishcake Belly 3

Her heart broke. She dropped to her knees and cried. Her sobs echoed around her under the iron bridge. She fell forward onto her hands and watched her troubled tears fall into the calm still water of the canal.

What had happened? What had she done? How she had looked forward to this day. And now..?

She looked at the dress in her dark reflection, the dress she made in anticipation of this day. She snivelled and choked and poured more tears in the canal, expecting her sorrow to breach it’s banks. The more she looked at herself in the water, the more it seemed she belonged there, and her tears stopped and her breathing calmed. She stared silently into the cold darkness.

Could she do it? Was it deep enough? Was she too scared? What was she really scared of losing?

Just a little push. Just a little push…

Her breaths became shallower. She started panting and sweating. Her fingers gripped and released and gripped and released on the canal bank. Her stomach jumped and pulled violently. Pigeons all burst from their hiding places and fled. It startled her and she ran. Scrambled on all fours. She followed his scent. And she ran to burst her heart. She would not lose him now.